Page 56 of This Coven Won't Break
“This is a room!” Morgan says, but she slips away from me,taking Gemma’s hand and spinning her twice. I watch them, my heart full and my mind lighter than it’s been in a long, long time.
Morgan dances back over to me. “We’re going to get a drink!” She has to shout to be heard over the music, even though she’s close enough now that I could kiss her if I leaned forward a little. “Come with?”
Rather than shouting over the noise, I nod and follow her and Gem out into the hall, where there are long tables filled with punch bowls and trays of snacks. I grab a handful of chocolate-covered pretzels and follow Gemma down the line of tables to the drinks.
She grabs a bottle of water, drains half, and tries to hand it to Morgan.
But Morgan shakes her head. “I’m good. I’m actually going to go to the bathroom. Hannah?”
I glance up at the sound of my name, finishing the last of my pretzels. “Yeah?”
“Keep me company?”
“Yeah, sure. You good, Gem?” I look to my best friend, but she rolls her eyes and shoves me after Morgan. We bypass the main hallway bathroom, slipping instead around the corner unseen.
“Where are we going?” I whisper as Morgan takes my hand and pulls me into a vacant classroom, the rows of desks illuminated by the streetlights outside.
Morgan closes the blinds. “Somewhere we won’t be interrupted.” She smiles shyly and lets her fingers trail up and down my exposed arms. “I thought you might like a moment alone.”
I grin. “That sounds like a brilliant—”
Her kiss cuts off the rest of my sentence. I freeze at first,caught off guard, but then I melt into her embrace, wrapped in the quiet cocoon of the empty room. “What was that for?” I ask when she pulls back.
“Have I told you yet how beautiful you are?” She wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
“At least twice,” I say, “but a third time doesn’t hurt. You look pretty great yourself.”
“Yeah?” The smile on her face says she already knows. I nod anyway, and then we’re kissing again, flying really, her magic tingling across my skin, making my whole body warm. She steps forward until I’m pressed against the wall, her hips on mine, fingers tangled in my hair.
Locked in our own world, I forget the dance down the hall. Forget the trial starting on Monday. Forget Alice’s ultimatum. I forgeteverythingbut the parting of her lips and the graze of her teeth against my skin. I want her hands everywhere, and as if she can hear the thought in my head, she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth.
But then Morgan pulls away, her fingers warm against the back of my neck. She smiles, suddenly shy, and kisses me briefly on the lips before dipping her head lower, her breath tickling my neck as she presses the first kiss against the sensitive skin.
I shiver beneath her touch, her hands sliding down my arms, coming to rest at my hips. She trails kisses down my throat, and my eyes flutter shut. I want to tug her closer, but my hands press against the wall as she moves lower, trailing the neckline of my borrowed dress. Her fingers brush against the hem of the skirt, slipping under the fabric.
Morgan’s touch travels up only an inch before going back down again. She rubs tiny, electrifying circles along my outerthigh. The sensation is so intense, the desire to go further so strong, that I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to process any other input.
“Wait,” I say as her lips graze my collarbone. “We need to slow down.” My heart is pounding in my throat, my breathing coming too fast. The air swirls through the classroom, spinning around our bodies, spurred on by my subconscious magic.
I rest my hands on her shoulders and create space between us. My skin is flushed with heat, and goddess, there’s still a part of me that wants to damn the consequences and kiss her again. “We probably don’t want our first time to be at school, right?”
Morgan bites her lip, and for a second, I wonder if she wants to risk it, but she shakes her head. “No, you’re right.” She lifts my hand from her shoulder and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “I’m sorry I got carried away.”
“It wasn’t just you,” I admit, thinking of the air I accidentally spun around us. “But we should probably hold out for a room with a bed. Deal?”
“Deal.” She holds out her pinky, and I loop mine with hers, sealing the promise with a kiss that quickly heats up the room. Literally. My magic is still buzzing and alive, the air warming around us.
“We should go.” I force myself to pull back. “Gemma’s probably waiting for us.” We walk back into the hall, hand in hand, but Morgan stops me before we turn the final corner back to the gym.
“Let me fix your hair.” Her fingers move deftly, smoothing out the places where she crushed my curls. She kisses me gently. “Perfect.”
When we turn the corner, Gemma nearly crashes into us.The blood has drained completely from her face, leaving her pale and wide-eyed.
“What is it?” I ask, glancing behind her at the chaos of the dance, which seems to be breaking up even though there’s another hour left. “What’s wrong?”
Gemma holds tight to my upper arm, but whether to steady herself or me, I’m not sure. “Benton,” she says, his name landing like a brick on my heart.
“What about him?”
